Sport, Like All Of Life, Is About

I Raced Supremely Well. I Felt I Was As Well Fitted To Do It As I Had Ever Been, And As Perhaps I Might Ever Be. I Went Climbing Three Weeks Before, Because I Was Feeling Fed Up With Running.

Every Time I Ran The Mile I Was Aware Of My Own Weakness, There Was Some Opponent Who Could Give Me A Hell Of A Fight, So I Never Went Into A Race With A Sense Of Invincibility. I Always Had That Feeling Of Fragility And Nerves Which Made Me Run Faster.

It's A Question Of Spreading The Available Energy, Aerobic And Anaerobic, Evenly Over Four Minutes. If You Run One Part Too Fast, You Pay A Price. If You Run Another Part More Slowly Your Overall Time Is Slower.

The Man Who Can Drive Himself Further Once The Effort Gets Painful Is The Man Who Will Win.

Whether We Athletes Liked It Or Not, The 4-minute Mile Had Become Rather Like An Everest: A Challenge To The Human Spirit, It Was A Barrier That Seemed To Defy All Attempts To Break It, An Irksome Reminder That Men's Striving Might Be In Vain.